1st untitled (28dl) fic (Pt. 7...long awaited)

[moodybleu]

Part 5

Earlier the next morning, Marlie found herself back in her own bed with the same puffy eyes after last night's incident. She suddenly heard whispers from downstairs and the slight slam of the front door, causing her to curiously look out the bed room window. Selena was walking through the woods with a backpack on her shoulder and a few odd tools around her waist like a belt.

"I did something wrong," Marlie thought as she turned away from the window, "I'm sure of it."

Minutes later, she walked down the stairs and saw Jim sitting in the same spot on the old living room couch, staring up at the ceiling.

"Where's she goin'? Your friend?" Marlie asked him.
Jim looked over at her solemnly.
"She just needs to clear her head for a few days. Find more supplies, that sort of thing."

Marlie nodded slowly and started to turn away.
"How're you feelin'?"
She looked over at him and mumbled, "Okay. Not as bad as last night, I guess."

After a brief silence, she asked him the same question and heard him reply:

"I'm worried. About you."

She looked at him in confusion and asked, "Why me?"
"With that state you were in last night, I should have every reason to worry."
"What about your girlfriend?" Marlie asked, "Aren't you worried about her, too?"
"If you mean my ex-girlfriend, then yeah. A bit, actually. But I'm worrying 'bout her as a close friend... now that she's gone out again."
"How long will she be gone?"

Jim shook his head, indicating an unsure answer.
"Knowing her, I'd give it a few days. At the rate she's goin', maybe 2 weeks..."
"Cuz of me," Marlie answered.
"No, of course not," Jim replied, walking over to her, "Not cuz of you. She's just frustrated about..."
"Me?"
"No. She's...it's not cuz of you, okay? You didn't do a thing to upset her. Last night was just...it was difficult for all of us. Her as well."

Marlie started to look down at the floor as he stood in front of her with sympathetic blue eyes.

"So...she just needs to clear her head, then?" Marlie asked, sensing his stare as she continued to stare at the floor.
"Something like that. Yeah. I think she just needs to be alone," Jim replied.

(To be continued...)

[raine]

hmmm.... romance kindling?

[benjaminsmommy]

i just saw 28 days later.. i held off buying it because i'm not a zombie type girl.. but i have to say that i REALLY enjoyed it and i am so loving this fic as well. keep up the great work!

[moodybleu]

Part 6

"Where were you when it first happened?"

Jim glanced up at her from the small kitchen table while the plastic lantern in front of them dimmed slowly from inside the oblong container.

"I was out when it happened," he replied.
Before Marlie could ask, he quickly explained that he was unconscious.

"I had...I was delivering a package on my bike and I got hit by a car. Landed on my head, apparently. I was in a coma for...I don't know how long. Months, I guess. When I woke up, I didn't see a thing. There was trash everywhere...everything was all over the place.

I didn't see anyone til I entered the church. It was as if everyone was dead but they weren't. Their eyes were...they were weird. All of the blood was filling up the whites of their eyes and their pupils had this...weird yellow-ish color in the middle like a monster or somethin'. That's when I saw Selena and Mark in the town square and they explained what had occured."

Marlie watched him stop in a mid-sentence and rubbed his eyes.

"I lost my friends, my co-workers, my parents mostly.
They were considered lucky, I guess..."
"What made them lucky?" Marlie asked.
"They took too many pills with some glasses of wine. Least they weren't exposed."

She nodded and slowly cupped her chin in her hands.

"I never knew my family," Marlie replied.
Jim looked at her calmly, "No?"
"I was adopted the day I was born. I never knew who my real parents were. My adoptive mother claimed that they didn't want the responsibility of havin' a kid with them so...they had to give me up."
"Sorry."

Marlie shrugged and replied, "Don't be. I couldn't really care less anyway."
Jim nodded and watched her move her hands up to her forehead.

"You all right?" He asked.
"Migraines, I think," Marlie answered.
"I know how those feel. Believe me."

He got up and opened to the huge cooler that was placed on the kitchen floor.
"You want anything?" He asked.

Marlie shook her head "no" and started to sigh nervously. He closed the top and walked over to her side, bending down next to her as she was about to sob.

"The memories are back?"
"Apparently," Marlie replied, wiping a tear from her face, "They never seem to stop. I keep having...nightmares that the group who attacked me will come back and finish me off. Or make me one of the infected."
She watched his blue eyes get glassy with fear as she explained how petrified she had become. He touched her face gently and wiped the rest of the tears away from her face.

"No one will come back to finish you off. I swear it. They won't come," Jim replied softly until she accepted.

(To be continued...)

[moodybleu]

^^bump^^

[iamthemaxx]

i exalted you for both writing a 28dl fanfic, and for using the "bump", which i love and have not yet seen used on this forum.

[raine]

aw how very cute of him

[moodybleu]

Part 7 (I know...it's been a while. ).
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Marlie slowly opened her eyes and noticed that the sun had risen, and it was time to face another day. She slowly pulled herself out of bed and stepped into the cool hallway, where she was greeted by Jim.

"How are you?" He asked her.
Marlie nodded and replied, "I'm coping. Now that you're here."
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She opened her eyes and noticed that it was still dark out...and that it was another dream. About him.

"Better than dreaming about the bad stuff," she muttered, rubbing her eyes.
"What bad stuff?"

Marlie turned on the lamp and noticed that Jim was sitting next to her on the bed.

"The other dreams that I used to have. You know... the ones where I'm screaming bloody murder?"
"That's descriptive," he replied, placing an arm around her as she tiredly gazed at him.
"You're probably getting better then, yeah?"
Marlie nodded and slid under the covers, staring at his face from the side as he touched her cheek.

"You think we should be doing this?" Marlie asked.
"What?"
"Um...this sleeping together bit while Celina's away?"
"I mentioned already that she and I aren't in a relationship. We tried to, but it didn't work."
"She probably has a hard time understanding that I'm a little pest that hangs around you constantly."

Jim laughed and replied, "You're not a pest. You're just...self conscious."

Marlie smiled and saw Jim glance at the marks on her arms, which has been etched into her skin like an engraved tattoo.

"Those jerks tried to kill me," she muttered, examining her arms, "but they ran out of luck and left me a message."

Jim glanced up at her at and asked what it was.

Marlie shook her head and replied, "You deserve to die."
He looked at her and tenderly touched her cheek, letting her know that it wouldn't happen again.

"I swear on it," Jim said as he tried to comfort her, "I won't let them hurt you anymore than they have already."

(To be continued...)


(Note: I'm really sorry that this took so long. Hope everyone's still interested.)